Not because I donβt like people. Itβs more that talking to people means I have to face whatβs going on in my head, and honestly my thoughts and feelings havenβt been that great lately.
Not because I donβt like people. Itβs more that talking to people means I have to face whatβs going on in my head, and honestly my thoughts and feelings havenβt been that great lately.
I feel like I need social interaction, any kind really, just to get back on track. But at the same time I donβt want to talk to people.
LMAO I have no idea if I was being flirted with, or they were simply being friendly.
Still alive but and numb and empty. If anyone wondering.
Part 1. I give. I give. I give. And I give. And all I have is a tiny grain of rice, maybe less, of wanting anything back. At least, thatβs the story I tell myself. The lies I tell myself to hide the hollowness, to mute the loneliness that curls around my ribs when no one hands back even a drop of what I poured.
Part 2. I give my heart. Half of it bruised, cut, rotting in shadows, but still. Still beating. Loud. Insistently. Like the world depends on it. And I forget I am part of that world too. I weigh nothing. I give everything. I pour love, support, understanding, care, until cups overflow, until I am empty, dry, thirsting for a sip of the very thing I gave away.
Part 3. And when Iβm hurt, I look for loopholes. Excuses. I try to understand why they acted this way. Maybe itβs in their pain, maybe itβs in their story, maybe itβs not about me at all. And still, I collapse under my own weight, the weight of being first, of putting everyone ahead of me, of forgiving too quickly, of loving too deeply. Maybe itβs my DNA to sabotage myself. Or maybe Iβm just human and painfully alive.
Part 4. And the truth I swallow every day? Iβve accepted it. This cycle. This emptiness. This norm. My heart, my body, my mind, neglected in service to a world that never asks. And yeah, thatβs my story. My reality. My blood on the floor of giving.
The weight of giving.
Iβve been the same person since you met me. I havenβt changed. Maybe I have, because why waste time on someone who isnβt afraid of losing me?
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Part 4.
Rotten to the roots.
Probably because of how much people overhyped them. and people overhype something, USUALLY ITS okay or below average.
donβt know why I hesitated to listen to them. But finally giving them a chance now. Sorry π€ͺ
LMAO. I already got bored of Bluesky too. Iβm on TikTok now.
This is still going on ? π
Sorry - NF ft James Arthur.
Walking into 2026
2025 Spotify wrapped
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2026 will be another year of me letting people go, whether itβs because they disrespected me or because we just stopped clicking. Either way, the universe can take out the trash for me if it wants.
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The only air I get is when they lean too far forward or back, when they move just enough to let me breathe again, bouncing against my tongue.
My arms could go numb for all I care. I just want to taste them.
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Having someone sit on my face while my arms are pinned down by their knees sounds pretty good. Whatβs even better is getting my skull crushed and suffocated by their thighs.
Why do I even bother, when youβve shown me multiple times exactly where I stand in your life?
Part 9
Part 10
Part 5
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Part 1
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Dead plants donβt water themselves.
Who are you again? Since im easily forgotten, I donβt know you either.
And Iβll probably still here if you decide to talk to me because Iβm stupid. Lol.